Wet Paint

Wet paint? Really?!? I couldn’t tell!

This was what I saw this morning when I got to work…. Apparently the paint is wet. I don’t know how on earth anyone would be able tell that there was wet paint! (in case you can’t read them.. all of the signs say “wet paint”)

Now I know this shouldn’t bother me… but it does. 1- Because there is paper all over the place and it’s tacky, and they are going to have to peel ALL of that tape off (that would be the OCD kicking in)… and 2- because, how dumb do they really think people are that they need 30 signs saying “wet paint?”

This is one of those situations where you would LIKE to think that people have common sense and would see the signs if there were maybe 2 or 3 of them and not touch the walls..

But no. People don’t have common sense. They don’t read signs. Nothing pertains to them and if there wasn’t 30 signs, there would be 30 handprints and smudges all over the elevator doors and trim.

Then some whiny tard would get mad and complain to the building manager that they “didn’t see the sign” and try to make them pay for the pants they ruined because the tard wiped his/her hands on them after discovering s/he touched green wet paint.

I’m sad to admit that I live here.

I love America.

I wish…

… I didn’t feel obligated to continue posting parts 2 through whatever when I start a blog post with “something something Part 1.” I never feel the urge to continue on to part 2.. or 3…

… it would stop raining and being so cold! I want real Spring weather to get here so I can enjoy looking at it through my office window. Although, it is quite funny to watch people run from the parking lot outside to the building while they get soaking wet. It’s called an umbrella. Also- a newspaper does absolutely NOTHING to protect you from the rain! Why do I always see people doing this??? I don’t get it.

… I didn’t have to be a growed up. Our first utility bills are SOO expensive! Ugh. Our electric bill was $378. For a month. (The majority of which we are not even there because we both spend about 10 hours a day going to work, at work and driving home.) For two of us. For a small maybe 1200 sq ft house (if that).

Then I looked at the little useless manual they send with your first bill. It’s supposed to have answers to all of the questions you might have so you don’t have to call them and make someone do their job. I found the word “deposit” on my bill with $270 next to it. Holy hell. So I found the information about deposits in the handy manual. It said that on the first bill, you had to pay 1/12th of the projected annual bill as your deposit. Now don’t get me wrong here… we use a lot of electricity when we are home.. but I hardly think that $270 is 1/12th of what our annual bill is… Thaaaat would mean (if my calculations are correct) we would be using  roughly $3,240 worth of electricity in one year.

HA. I sure would like to know what all we would have to do to use that much… I could leave every light in the house on all day every day and I don’t think it would get that close.  So Zac called Pepco and asked.. Apparently the manual with all the answers, has all the wrong answers.. The lady said that the deposit is 2/3 of what your annual bill would be. *sigh* So our actual electrical useage was only about $78 which is so much better and makes me think I won’t actually cry everytime we get our electric bill.

Maybe they should fix the manual…. It’s a liar.

… I had money to get another tattoo. I wan’t another one badly! I just have absolutely NO clue what I want to get or where. I suck.

… I wasn’t such a chicken about getting my hair cut in a salon. I have NEVER been to a salon to get my hair cut. My mom has always done it! But everytime I see someone I know come home after getting their hair cut butchered, it makes me doubt stylists’ ability even more. ESPECIALLY when someone gets a haircut that they like, but looks absolutely HORRIBLE on them. Then they ask me how it looks.. Um.. If I tell you the truth will you get mad? Cuz it looks bad.

Maybe I should just go one time and let someone else cut my hair. Especially since I don’t live at home anymore and can’t just ask my mom to do it whenever I want her to… Does anyone know any good salons that don’t charge and arm and a leg in the downtown Silver Spring or Tyson’s Corner area??? Will I have to pay if they make me look ugly???

San Antonio is a stupidface Part Uno

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Can I go home now?

I have been in good ‘ole Texas since 11:00amCST Sunday, March 8th. And at 11:01 CST Sunday, March 8th, I wanted to go home.

The flight from Atlanta to TX was cramped and smelly (like someone shit their pants and sat on the plane the whole time smelly). The guy in front of me smooshed my knees with his seat by leaning it back all the way… and I squished the fat lady behind me by leaning my seat back all the way so I could sleep as uncomfortable as possible with my head back and mouth open wide enough for people walking by me to drop a plethora of disgusting things into it… they didn’t. *sigh*

I didn’t feel bad though cuz her husband was gawking at me and Boss Lady the entire time.

After waiting 30 minutes for our baggage to be loaded onto the baggage loading thingies, we had to find the rental car…. only… we couldn’t remember which company we rented a car from. Ugh. So for those of you who haven’t been to San Antonio.. let me set the scene…

SCENE: It’s 80 degrees outside and humid. And inside the baggage terminal it smells like B.O. and fajitas (read: fuh-jyy-tuhs). And located on a long wall directly behind the baggage loading thingies is a wall covered in phones with signs above each one for multiple car rental companies.

Boss Lady: I can’t remember what rental company we rented the car from!
Me: Neither can I. Hm.. Do you have a number for them? Or your rental confirmation?
BL: In my email.
Me: Oh. well. Maybe we can call some. I’m pretty sure it was either Avis or Enterprise. Those sound familiar.
BL: Ok.
     *On phone with Avis.*
Hi.This is going to sound really stupid, but, I rented a car last week and I can’t remember which company I rented from. Can you look and see if you have me in the system?
    *Avis person looks.. makes some rude comments.. BL gets annoyed and hangs up. No Luck*
Me: Ok. Let’s call Enterprise. I’m pretty sure it was that one.
BL: *On phone with Enterprise* Hi. This is going to sound really stupid, but I rented a car last week and I can’t remember which company I rented from. Can you check for me?
    *Enterprise lady looks. No dice. I suggest just asking if they have any cars available because we need to hurry up and get to the hotel so we can go to the office.. BL asks.. no cars available till 1pm. We need one now. BL hangs up annoyed x10*
Me: Ok. Well, try Budget. Maybe it was them then. I really don’t remember which one it was.
     *BL calls Budget. Then Dollar Rental, Thrifty, Hertz.. etc etc… (Did I miss any?? Those too). No luck. At this point after 30 minutes of calling and holding, BL is pissed x’s a million and wants to murder someone. Then it happens. I have an epiphone. Epiphany… whatever.*
Me: My laptop!!!! I have my laptop! We can see if the Airport internet is free and pull up your work email and look at the confirmation email.

*I pull out my laptop, fire it up.. and pull up the work email. BL logs in, we find the confirmation email… Fucking Alamo!!!!!*

Ok. theres no phone here for Alamo. Where is it???
*I search the email and find a number for Alamo and directions on where to find their phone to call a shuttle. Its down a long hallway way away from all the other phones all by its lonesome, at a desk. BL calls, confirmed! Shuttle will be there in 10. We go outside and wait.*

In the humidity. In the grossness. My hair curls up disgustingly in 3.2 seconds and I look like a homeless poodle. Joyous is my life.

We wait for the shuttle to come get us.. ride it to a couple stops, then wait at the Alamo place in line to get the car.. and by this time it’s well after 12. We are supposed to meet someone at the office at 1 o’clock.

We finally get the car.. drive over to the hotel… our rooms arent ready. But oh! There is ONE room ready. So we decide to take it just to drop our stuff off. We get up to the room and it hasn’t been cleaned.. at all. Its gross. Baaaack downstairs we go!

We drive the 0.0000000001 miles to the office and meet the retard, I mean, co-worker whom we have never met but been warned about.. Boooooy is he a talker! He takes us up to the training center and— OMG it’s a disaster area. Bring on the yellow tape! WTF!

After steaming over this a bit. We make our way to get some food since we haven’t eaten anything except airplane crackers in like 6 hours.

Whataburger. In all its fattening, gross glory. I haven’t tasted thee since I graced your presence approximately 2 times a week in 7th grade for the whole 11 months that we lived in San Angelo, Texas.

[I have tried posting a picture.. but it keeps crashing.. ffing internet]

So we spend the next couple of hours buying supplies and cleaning stuff for the center.. We then return to the center, clean and drop off said supplies..

A couple of hours later we are both dead. Some awesome Thai food cheers us up a little.. Then it is time to get 3 hours of sleep before our next work day!

AHHHH… more to come..

When I’m bored.. and not pissed about internet explorer incessantly crashing.